Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
“Oh, you’re a boxer.” I nodded, but he was completely distracted and didn’t seem to notice. He traced over the brown and black panels that made up my hood, studying it from different angles before smiling at me. “You’re going to look so cute.”
He gave me another big grin as he went back to studying my hood. “Years ago I had a neighbor who had a boxer. It was sweet and strong and absolute chaos when it got excited in the house.”
Cohen’s teasing grin said he was imagining me like that and I found my cheeks heating up again because he wasn’t exactly wrong. “I can’t wait to see it on you.”
The sincerity in his voice was impossible to miss and settled the butterflies in my stomach down to a manageable level.
“What else is there?” Thankfully, it seemed to be a rhetorical question, so I let him start pulling out my tails and my mitts, trying not to blush any deeper.
I failed miserably as he grinned and wagged the tail that was attached to a plug, but something about the teasing twinkle in his eyes made it impossible to stay embarrassed. I was, however, glad when he went back to looking at the gear without my having to respond.
There didn’t seem to be a smooth way of saying I was excited to wag my tail for him.
He didn’t mind my silence, though. He just kept excitedly pulling out more gear as well as the lube I’d tossed in earlier. “Ah, knee pads and clothes, oh, and a harness, that’ll be nice for another time. I bet you look strong and sexy in that. Toys. Very good.”
The tight compression wear matched my hood, but I wasn’t sure if I would be wearing it tonight…because Cohen wanted to see me wag my tail.
Literally and figuratively.
He wanted to see my pup play and cuddle…and he wanted to see me get turned on.
Well, he was going to get to see that in a minute when he took my clothes off, but he was aiming to have more than just the chance to check out my package.
My hard package.
Because there was nothing sexier than calm confidence, and Cohen had that in spades.
When he’d checked out everything, studying it as well as playfully teasing me with it, he spread out the gear and nodded to himself. “Very good.”
Had he decided something…imagined something?
Licking my lips, I thought about asking but my mouth wouldn’t cooperate, so I just waited.
Once he’d gone over whatever he planned, he nodded again and set my clothes back in the bag before he turned to me. “Ready, pup?”
What he was imagining was obvious to an extent, so I tried to answer in words, but that didn’t really work. Trying again, I managed to make my head give the right motion, but the smile in his eyes said I wasn’t hiding my nerves very well.
Instead of second-guessing me, he stepped closer and kissed my forehead. When I took a deep breath and leaned into him, he let out a soft, relieved sound before reaching for my T-shirt and slowly inching it up my chest.
Logically I knew he was giving me time to safeword, but the gentle way he touched me sent a shiver through me. Cohen let out another sound, pleased and happy this time, and slowed even more, trailing fingers along my arms as he dragged out the sexy touch.
When my shirt was finally lying on the bed, I took another deep breath and had to fight the urge to adjust my erection to a more comfortable position.
Actually touching myself didn’t seem like the best idea as he lowered himself to the floor and tapped on my shoe. I knew he wanted me to lift my foot, that was obvious, but his face was right at the perfect level and my brain was skipping around to all kinds of random fantasies instead of focusing on what we should be doing.
It took one more tap and a quiet chuckle before it got back on track.
Shoes.
Yes.
I managed to hold on to the bed and stand carefully, not doing anything embarrassing while he eased my shoes and socks off. But then he ruined my control by running his hands up my legs and I whimpered. It wasn’t the most ridiculous thing I could’ve done, but when he looked up at me with a pleased grin and tightened his hold on my thighs, I started blushing again.
“Such a good pup.” He seemed to think I was an even better pup when his hands skimmed higher on my body and just around my erection. “Good boy, pup.”
My body couldn’t seem to decide if it was more embarrassed or turned on, but I loved every second of his attention and every touch of his hand. “Thank you, Sir.”
The simple honorific had him making a deep, pleased sound that sent more tingly pleasure through me and right to my dick again. There was no way he could’ve missed the bulge that was straining the front of my jeans, but he seemed to be doing his best not to notice it.